I shook my head. My vision kept sharpening around him, every second, like a camera coming into focus. Every second, he got clearer. And every second, it got worse.
“Don’t call me that,” I said. “You pushed me. You’re the reason I lost my sight!”
His face went pale. Gray, almost. Like all the blood had drained out of it at once.
He didn’t deny it.
He touched the scar above his eyebrow. Just for a second. Like he couldn’t help it.
That confirmed everything.
“I was eight,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean for you to fall like that.”
“But I did!” I shot back. My voice cracked. “I did fall like that! And you disappeared after that day. You never came to the hospital. Your family just left. And then you came back, and you pretended we’d never met?”
“Hannah—”
“I asked you! The first day! I asked you if we knew each other! And you said no!”
